I don’t conceive the drift on’t.
Syrus. No! you’re slow.
Chrem. Perhaps so.
Syrus. Menedemus instantly
Will furnish him with money for the wedding,
To buy——d’ye take me?
Chrem. Clothes and jewels.
Syrus. Aye.
Chrem. But I will neither marry, nor betroth
My daughter to him.